All the smiles in the world can't save you

A whimper, a cry.

The mold eventually tears off,

a zombie turns into a sloshy mess.

With each deep breath, 

with each smile,

we dump more and more closed bottles into the fire just anticipating for an explosion

The human in us-everything we try to destroy 

comes back in a melting mess

casualties from the explosion-

the statistics aren't nice.

a set of graves-words we can't take back.

the world seems to be on fire,

fumes fill the skies-

dead birds drop from the heavens above,

A hell on Earth,

and I wonder whose fault is that.